WHAT POOR WINGS - by Dr.Who3

WHAT  POOR  WINGS  by   Dr.Who3 What poor wings, these words of mine, to carry forth my love to you from my deepest heart where all is true and filled with passion's wine. What poor wings, these sluggard words, which wrap around my thoughts As I await your kind reply I tie my soul in knots. What poor wings, my finest words, to such an end are sent; evoking just a tender sigh before the power's spent. What poor wings are words for such a lofty height; for they must burn their way to you in spite of darkest night. What poor wings these words, the soul of my lips  in each refrain; my heart in every verse. What poor wings, these words...